LEARNING LESSONS
It was in college in Yuma
And her face belonged
On a billboard.
She was Negro and Mexican
And not given her respect
In her hometown of Nogales.
Because her hair was too kinky
And her butt too big
Her skin the color of horchata.
The day she arrived
She was envied by other girls
Who had to watch dog their boy friends
And hated by boys who found out
She was not easy access.
But she found me
The only dog who was properly trained
And I learned early on
What is love anyway
Except the ability to grovel.
Arnal Kennedy
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Each time I read this poem it gets better and better. It affirms that men are dogs.
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